A while back I was with Isaac at the park. He was playing with a couple of older girls. I noticed that there seemed to be some contentious words exchanged. I went closer to observe. I overheard one of the girls calling Isaac the a-word. This is the time to mention that I am overprotective. I took a handful of sand and chucked it at the offender. OK, not really. But it made me so mad that I had to leave lest I do something really stupid to an eight-year old. An act that would be oh so much worse than her calling my five-year old an a--. Actually, my first instinct was to completely cuss her out. Which tells me that my instincts are not to be trusted. Can you imagine what a stupid example it would have been? A grown man yelling at a little girl.
Well, in his six months of kindergarten, Isaac has learned to fend for himself. I was with him at a playplace in AZ. There was a boy there that was acting pretty aggressive towards Isaac. He was screaming and invading Isaac's space. Isaac seemed like he was just going to let the boy misbehave.
About a minute later I noticed that Isaac and the boy were in a secluded room in the playplace. I was directly under him, and he was unaware that I could hear him.
Isaac said to the boy in a quiet calm voice the following, "Does it scare you that I am an alien, that you do not know what planet I am from. You don't know what I look like or what I can do."
He paused for a second, I imagine for emphasis, then walked out of the room and went on his merry way.
I have no idea where he picked up the idea of aliens that disguise themselves as people, but, to be honest, I slept a little bit worse that night sharing a hotel room with an admitted alien.
from a local session a while ago-
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